However, it was as if Han Feng didn't hear a thing.
Instead of closing ranks, he peeled off to the side, diving his jet headfirst into a maze formed by dozens of black reefs.
"What the hell is that guy doing? Does he have a death wish?" Wang Lei couldn't help but curse.
"Forget about him! He's a dead man! Let's hold the line!" Zhang Qian decisively gave up on him.
"Ha, trying to use the terrain to play hide-and-seek with me? How naive!"
Liu Mang smirked cruelly and charged in after him.
In such a narrow and complex space, the slightest mistake meant instant death and the destruction of your aircraft.
And he had absolute confidence in his own micromanagement.
Just as Liu Mang's jet was about to enter optimal firing range, the "Hunting Falcon" ahead, which had been fleeing so pathetically, suddenly executed a maneuver that made his brain short-circuit.
It didn't turn. It didn't slow down.
